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Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with “Carlos”—that flick by Olivier Assayas. Sexual-massage fits right in. Carlos’d say, “I’m the one who decides,” but here? You don’t. The masseuse does. She’s got the reins, mate. Power flips—kinda hot, kinda freaky. I saw this dodgy parlor once, neon sign flickering “Massage,” yeah right. Walked in—smelled like cheap lavender and regret. Chick goes, “Happy ending?” I’m like, fuck yeah, why not? “Tonight’s the night.” Got me thinking—Carlos’d blow the place up, too much control lost.

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Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m feelin’ like a king. I step outside, and bam! It starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I just got my coffee! I’m dodgin’ raindrops like I’m in some kinda action movie. I run down to the park on the corner of Khandallah Rd, and it’s a total mess. Mud everywhere! I’m slippin’ and slidin’ like a toddler on a slip-n-slide.

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